Biography of Floyd Crenshaw
it is what it is.
Floyd Crenshaw Poems
A Seashell For Your Hair
she looks like she just came off a three day binge or
line of sight was unobstructed our eyes flicker communicating through years of practice
My Honeysuckle Moon
i found a love her name is...
People, People, People
and through out this life a million people may pass
smoke constantly to pass time in this bubble
That Great Faith
i am scared of commitment of choosing a path of staying a course
Andy Was Right
To become famous in america without hard work,
I am not a poet. Just witness to this misplaced empathy of Our generation. A tragic inability to identify with others. A societal alien.
right now as they drink, sweat and eye their potentially profitable prospects
i want a girl that plays the violin, man. oh, so well, won’t you know? she drives the crowd absolutely mad but she’s only playing for me, won’t you know?
i think i'm afraid of sleep because it brings tomorrow on
some days i throw my phone away.
you are no book i can read with ease like i developed over night some
found you, july, on the beach
the sun-glazed-protection slicked across your skin.
the water spotted breeze poked holes
through your cream white skirt
wet hair covered your face like tribal tattoos
a veteran to the elements
you wore it well.
conversations driven by beliefs in the earth and moon - that inexplicable push.